[Comprehensive] Daily life of superheroes

Two days later.

Coco was sitting on the old sofa, tearing off bread sticks and stuffing them into his mouth, watching Wade dance and teach him his own combat experience.

Mankikon's two short legs are flying in the air, accompanied by the twisting of its soft body and a long series of explanations: "Two hand-held knives, as soon as you see the enemy, rush up, and kill him by surprise first. Cut the knife with the left hand first." Cut off the pussy leg while he bends down to protect the wound, and cut off a palm with his right hand. It is best to move faster, because in this way, he can twist his wrist and hold the knife handle firmly to complete the final beheading——Brush With three swords, the grandson doesn't even know how he died so quickly."

He became more and more excited as he spoke. Cat's Claw held the two small wooden sticks used for demonstration, and exaggerated his enthusiasm to the point that it was as sharp as a real knife. With a final wave of his hand, all of them flew out, hitting the Patriots who were watching the lecture. The faces of the members were so shocked that they backed away again and again, fearing that their heads would be chopped off.

Jeff leaned against the wall and smoked silently, and when he saw this, he twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a smile that could not be called a smile.

This is the best time to see him in the best mood after a few days.

Ke Ke pursed her lips, and then felt a little happy, ate the last bite of bread, took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth.

"Your kind of desperate style of play is only suitable for yourself."

Steve had already heard Wade’s rather violent fighting style when he was practicing kicking and punching sandbags. As soon as the daily training was over, he came over immediately and pointed out the disadvantages of this seemingly extremely lethal routine without thinking about moves. , in case anyone really wants to follow his path: "You have the special ability of self-healing, and you can recover freely after half of your body is cut off. Of course, you are not afraid of the enemy's swords and guns. But no one is playing tricks when fighting. , rushing forward recklessly, undoubtedly exposing the vitals to the opponent, being hit once is enough to see God."

Anyone who wants to learn, must first see if he has such a great life.

The audience nodded in unison.

Steve picked up Wade's littered stick from the ground and handed it to him.

Wade snatched the wooden stick with a sulky face: "So I emphasize that you must move quickly. You think it will heal itself, and it won't hurt if you get hit by a bullet in your flesh."

"I didn't deny the effectiveness of your style of play, but just pointed out that it might not be suitable for ordinary people." Steve reasoned with him.

Deadpool hates reasoning the most, and the small wooden stick whirled on the cat's paw: "I think you look like a provocation."

Fighting when there is a disagreement, the fragile group cohesion of superheroes is fully exposed.

"Cocoa." Someone called.

Coco turned her head to look, but it was Tony who was almost surrounded by a pile of tools and scattered parts.

His hair became black again.One cluster even seemed to be covered in sticky oil and tangled up.

At the beginning, Ke Ke would clean and clean the hair between him playing with the machine. Several times a day, her "cleaning and fresh" was not very good at first, and the places that were not cleaned by magic had to be washed slowly with a wet handkerchief. Rubbing, the most annoying thing is that while she was rubbing, Tony was assembling the parts with his free hand, waiting for the dirty place to return to white, and the hairs in other places suffered.

Come and go again and again, even if Keke can't stand magic, he declares that no matter how dirty it is, he will only clean it up after he stops his hands every day to rest.

It was hard for Tony to bear it, and he agreed without any objection.

"When it's time to be rough, there is a rough way." The puppet cat stared at Ke Ke with his dark blue diamond-like cat eyes, "Do you have some misunderstandings about the ability of rich people to adapt to the environment?"

There is some truth in what he said, but Ke Ke was speechless for a while.

"Coco." Tony buried his head in his work and didn't lift his head when he called someone.When there was no response, he called again.

The little witch came over: "What are you doing?"

"Help me find a wrench." Mr. President took out his cat's hand from his busy schedule and pointed at the big box where the sundries were placed. "I just threw it in and couldn't find it. Help me find it."

Not far away, there is glassy blue data flowing on the laptop computer placed upright.The day before yesterday, Jarvis was taken out of the suitcase and woke up again. Unfortunately, the network in this place is not very good, and the connection with the outside world is intermittent.

When the cats of the Patriot League saw Jarvis for the first time, they also had exclamation marks on their faces.

"He has his own mind!" They stretched out their hands cautiously, trying to touch the computer screen to see if Jarvis could sense it.

Mao stopped in the air and didn't dare to move forward, because he suddenly remembered that the master hadn't spoken yet.

Tony is not very used to others touching his things, but he knows that they are curious, and touching them is not a big deal. Just as he nodded, Dan came over to stop him: "I have nothing to do? Is it really so interesting to watch a computer?"

Everyone was a little disconcerted, and quickly dispersed.

Before meeting the superheroes, they all followed the big cat Jeff in the sewers, and from time to time quietly reached the ground through the sewer openings everywhere, to add obstruction to the cats.

Now that George and John were killed in the sewer, it shows that the enemy has already noticed the possible escape route of the superhero. According to the characters of the two young people, they will not say anything before they die, but there is no guarantee that they will give up and continue to search the sewer.

Therefore, they can't go back to their old jobs, so they have to stay in this base and recharge their batteries together.

Since it is so closed, it is inevitable to be curious about Tony Stark's Jarvis, whom he has only heard about before but has never seen.They want to learn the craft of mechanics, but it seems that Iron Man's talent cannot be easily mastered.The onlookers couldn't understand it a few times, so they went to listen to Wade's explanation of the powerful hacking methods, that is, those just mentioned.

Go back to this moment.

The smart housekeeper wanted to help Tony pass the tools, but since there was no entity, he could only follow Wen Yan and say to Ke Ke, "Thank you, Miss Ke Ke."

Ke Ke squatted next to the big box, reached in and searched around, but couldn't find the wrench for a while, but her fingertips touched some amazing mechanism, and there was a sudden "click", if it wasn't for subconsciously retracting her hand quickly, her little hand didn't move slightly. It will turn into red and swollen hooves in a moment.

"There's a mousetrap inside." Tony said "ah" next to him, and finally remembered something that he forgot to tell her, "I accidentally fell in it yesterday, so be careful not to catch it. If you find it, take it out for me by the way... ..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a hot gaze projected on his back. He couldn't help but put down his work and turned to look.

The little witch glared at him with the closed mousetrap and wrench.

Tony finally flew back with guilty cat ears, kicked away the parts, and came over and said, "Thank you, chick."

When Ke Ke handed him the tool, he refused to take it: "Don't give me anything."

It was a strange old habit of Tony's, who had picked it up at some point.

The puppet cat compared its little cat paw on the handle of the wrench, pointed to Coco, and then pointed to the half of the part that was being dismantled: "Do me another favor, unscrew the nuts on the top one, two, three. "

Now Ke Ke had to act as his assistant again, tirelessly straddling the pile of parts and twisting the nuts.

Loki didn't come out to make trouble.He is sleeping.

Even though the abandoned hotel had plenty of spare rooms, he couldn't enjoy the luxury of sleeping in a room alone.

"I know my brother very well." Thor has learned at least the most basic truth from the previous lessons, that is, he should not trust his brother easily. escaped."

Loki snorted: "I'm flattered that you take me so seriously."

Thor insisted on sleeping in the same room with him, but he didn't show too obvious objection, he just slept by himself, treating Thor as transparent.

Before falling asleep, Thor once thought about talking to his younger brother: "Have suffered so much, and now I have become a cat again, haven't I woke up at all?"

He also wanted to persuade Loki to voluntarily follow him back to God's Realm after the cat incident, and he had no other thoughts, but he was full of ridicule "You called me home? I don't have a home" and came back.

Seeing the Norwegian forest cat half a circle smaller than himself wriggling in the simple cat bed and falling asleep quickly, Thor could only sigh secretly, then curled up by the door and fell asleep.

Loki slept until daytime, basking in the sun but never coming out of the room. He didn't know if he was really sleepy or too lazy to come out and make trouble with ordinary earthlings.

In order to guard him, Thor brought breakfast into the room to eat, and the strong smell wafted through the whole room, and Loki threw him a pillow.

Some people are lazy, while others are hardworking.

The little professor hid in a corner, trying to move the broken watch in front of him with his mind.

After he becomes a cat, as long as he is more energetic, he will use some small gadgets for training, but he can't do anything bigger.

Jeff noticed what Charles was doing, and walked over silently to watch.

Among the superheroes, the ones who can talk to the big cat the most are the little professor and Steve.Jeff likes Charles' quietness, he knows what to say and what to say, so he keeps it in his stomach, and it's easier to get along with him.

Charles knew that Jeff was approaching, but he was at a critical juncture and needed the most attention, so he deliberately ignored his figure, and the cat hand on the side of his head pressed harder and harder, almost into the flesh.

Probably the distraction just now made half the effort, and finally opened his eyes, and saw that the watch had only moved a distance of more than ten centimeters.

The little professor sighed, and dragged the wheelchair to turn the watch back.

"I don't really understand." Jeff said, "In addition to listening to other people's inner movements, your talent seems to be moving metal."

Charles was taken aback, then laughed: "No, I'm not good at moving metal."

A certain figure suddenly appeared in his mind, and gradually faded away.

"I do know someone who is good at manipulating metal." The little professor said, "But it's been a long time."